A/N: Seven hells, I hope I don't get raked over the coals for this chapter. The content could be considered by some to be offensive as it does have very dark themes. But hey, that's the world our couple lives in. The chapter title comes from Bleeding Out by the Imagine Dragons. The song was basically on repeat while I was writing this and it just fits so well considering the turn of events.
Please don't kill me.
Chapter 14: Bare My Skin, Count My Sins
Sandor looked around the king's bedroom, completely at a loss as to why the prick had summoned him here. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him on edge. Could it be about Sansa? Things had become unstable the past few days between them and they had been lucky to even get an hour alone. It was Shae who always managed to make it work. Making that little agreement with her a few months back had been the wisest decision he'd ever done. Shae and Tyrion got to meet in secret and so did he and the little bird. For a while things had been going well - too well. It was obvious now that things had changed dramatically over the course of three, very complicated days.
Glancing around the room, the atmosphere was tense. He was standing in the middle of a circle as eyes appraised him with an emotion he couldn't quite put his finger on though he was leaning heavily toward curious. The king especially was giving him a lusty but evil glare. It was the kind of look he got when he used to dissect pregnant cats while they were still alive. Or worse: when he would beat Sansa.
"Tell me something, dog" Joffrey sneered, "when you fuck, do you do it like an actual dog?"
Sandor looked down at the boy and crooked an eyebrow. "What?"
"How long have you been fucking her?" the king asked, more intrigued than angry.
"Which her?"
Joffrey chuckled at that and stared at his new crossbow. "It's beautiful, is it not?"
"It is, Your Grace."
"I think I'll go hunting tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Grace."
"But I don't want my mother mewling in my ear about safety and reminding me of how my father died. I would have you there with me despite what my mother says about you."
"If you say so, Your Grace." The door opened and in came Sansa with Tyrion in tow. The hairs on his body began to stand. This was not going to be good.
"So you will come. If you perform well."
Now he was getting nervous though he dare not let it show. "Perform?"
"Bring her in!" he bleated at the other guards.
What was the little fucker up to?
"I want you," Joffrey's voice slithered, "to fuck her."
Sandor turned to face the king but his face gave nothing away. Instead, he looked bored. "Fuck who?"
"You know who. Now I want to see you fuck like the dog you are."
He had warned her. He had warned himself. 'King's Landing is no place for a romance,' he had told himself. People had been killed for carrying on secret affairs in the Keep. Hells, the only reason a Lannister sat on the iron throne was because Rhaegar Targaryen fell in love with Lyanna Stark and the two ran away. Their love cost hundreds of lives and put another monster on the throne. He knew this place was deadly to love, now he was going to pay the price for ignoring it.
"Take off her dress," Joffrey commanded in a lustful tone. "Slowly."
Sandor obeyed.
Two Days Ago
Shae fit Sansa into her new dress - deep green like the one she had worn the night Joffrey humiliated her by making her take it off in front of Sandor. "It's a pretty color."
"It is," Sansa replied carelessly. She had a lot on her mind today.
Shae sensed her lady's trepidation of what was about to happen. "Don't be nervous. You'll be perfect. You always are."
"It's not something a lady does. That's all."
"Yes they do," she countered as she slipped a thread through the hole. "They just never talk about it."
"Really?" Sansa was terrified; but there was also a sense of excitement.
Shae smiled. "Really."
The maid had been teaching Sansa how to pleasure a man for the past few days; but practice time was over. After Sandor having to endure kingsguard meetings and Joffrey's little trips outside the Keep the past week, he finally got a day off. Sansa meant to take full advantage of that. She could kiss Margaery for coming to King's Landing - the king had paid her no mind since the brunette showed up.
She was so nervous that her hands were shaking. She didn't want to disappoint her teacher since Shae had been patient with her as she struggled to overcome the awkwardness of learning such un-lady like things. "What if I'm not good at any of it? What if he doesn't like anything I try?"
"He's a man," Shae chuckled. "He'll be grateful that you tried."
"Yes, but what if he doesn't like it?" Sansa stressed. "I'll be so embarrassed. I don't think I could look him in the eye ever again."
"You're so worried - what if this happens, or what if that does. If, if, if. Don't concentrate on the ifs. Think about the person you're with - all those things you love about them and everything will come naturally."
Sansa gave a nervous smile. "I hope so."
"Do you doubt my instructions?"
"Of course not! I just want to make sure everything goes well." There were two taps on the door - a signal that everything was clear. Sansa gasped. "I don't think I can do this," she panicked.
Another tap.
"Don't be ridiculous," Shae replied gently. "If all else fails, just be with him."
"Just be with him." Sansa repeated the phrase under her breath before she left with a man disguised as a kingsguard. She wasn't entirely sure how everything was planned out or even if it was real but she had to take a chance that it was. But the route they were taking was not what she had been told. Too scared to say anything lest she give herself away, Sansa kept her mouth shut.
They reached their destination - the godswood. They had just taken a less traveled path, she realized. The man bowed slightly before disappearing into the woods to her left. She was so nervous! Her pacing had formed footprints in the grass but it didn't soothe her anxiety.
"My lady," a voice called.
Sansa whipped her head around. "Lord Baelish," she said in disbelief. Terror filled her. He knew about her and Sandor! She swallowed hard and forced a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Your maid has not informed you of my requests then," he said. He inched closer until he directly in front of her. His eyes took all of her in.
"Requests?"
"I have something of great importance to discuss with you."
Sansa hated his voice. It grated through her skin and itched her nerves. "And what might that be?"
"Your escape of course."
"What?" Sansa couldn't believe it.
"I apologize for the subterfuge but it appeared that Lord Varys also had his own plan to talk with you. Naturally, I grabbed the opportunity first."
It dawned on Sansa: if she thought Sandor was meeting her here, then where did he think she was meeting him?
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Across the Keep, Sandor was also pacing. He didn't like sneaking around but it was a necessary evil he supposed. 'Where is she?' he kept thinking. Varys' spy was supposed to have brought her to the stables by now. He should have never let Tyrion plan this out for them. The imp had a great mind for some things but he was hardly a master of spies. A thousand questions ran through his mind as he ran his hand down Stranger's mane.
The sun began to fade; he had been waiting hours. The boys who fed the horses walked in, clearly in awe of his presence. He was in a sour mood. He figured it made him look even meaner than usual. He pushed past the small boys, knocking them out the way. The serpentine darkened with each step he took and people scurried out of his line of vision.
Shae was startled as Sandor pounded on the door. He looked furious but held his tongue until she closed the door. "Where is she?"
"Do I look like I know?"
Shae pushed him into the bathing room. "I don't understand. She left to go meet you."
"With who?"
"I didn't see his face."
"Fuck!" he cursed. "Someone's found out."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"You still have your head for one."
"Then where the fuck is she?"
"I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know!" he mocked angrily. "That's your only fucking job!"
"I thought she was with you!"
Sandor blinked as a thought appeared. "Littlefinger."
A look of understanding flickered across Shae's face. "He has been wanting to see her - begging, actually."
"Has she?"
"No. I haven't told her."
"Fuck! I have to find her."
"Wait!" Shae called out. She grabbed a shawl and ran to the door to meet him. "I'll go with you."
The godswood was empty. Sandor's mind was blank and at the same time filling up with terrible theories about what might have happened. Shae had searched a little beyond the wood but came back with nothing. Sandor saw no sign of her in the dirt save for a few footprints. She had been here…and someone else.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked the large footprint. There was no sign of a struggle but that did nothing to ease his fear. Sansa was too weak to fight and would have likely gone with whoever was here.
"Littlefinger?" Shae prompted.
"Maybe. I haven't taken to looking at the asshole's feet." But he definitely would now.
"We should go back."
"Are you scared?" he mocked.
"No," she snapped back. "But someone might wonder why we're here."
A twig snapped and Sandor unsheathed his sword. Shae, despite her denial, started to gather herself behind him. But when Sandor saw Tyrion waddling his way through the brush, he put his sword back.
"Clegane," he said. "I've been looking for you. Where is Shae?"
"I'm here," she replied and leaned her head around.
"Why aren't you with Sansa?" Tyrion asked her.
"We're looking for her; why else would we be here?" Sandor said in a sarcastic tone. "Praying?"
"You could use a little favor from the gods," Tyrion quipped. "Sansa's waiting for you," he said to Shae.
"She's in the Keep?" Sandor interjected.
"Of course she is. She has been for the past two hours. I thought you knew."
"Yes. I knew I she was there; that's why I'm out here looking for her."
Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Clegane, I have far too much going on to bother with your petty comebacks, which if I may say, have become far more vicious of late. Shae, get back to Sansa as fast as you can. Her dinner guests are not ones to wait patiently. Clegane, walk with me."
Shae dared not kiss Tyrion but instead ran as fast as she could back to the Keep. Tyrion threw himself on a nearby branch. Sandor thought the world looked like it was on his shoulders.
"I never noticed how beautiful it is here," Tyrion noted. His small figure lifted itself up and back down as a heavy sigh emerged.
"What do you want, imp?"
"I'm tired, Clegane. I'm tired of everything - the games, the politics, the fighting."
"I thought you enjoyed playing the game of thrones."
"I did; I do. But just once in a while I wish things were different."
Sandor joined the dwarf on the branch, careful not to hit anything with his sword. "So do I."
The two men contemplated in silence, absorbing the serene nature around them.
"You're right," Sandor said softly. "It is beautiful in here. I never noticed it either."
"Too busy looking at the other beauty that graced us with her presence," Tyrion teased.
Sandor gave a wry smile, making his burnt side twitch. "Is she okay? Up there by herself."
"Lady Margaery is smitten with her like everyone always is. Besides, the Queens of Thorns will help her if my sister drops by."
"Yes, I heard the old lady has quite the bite."
Tyrion rubbed his head. "Yes. I'm sure my sister will adore having her around."
"I see that little doe has Joffrey wrapped around her finger."
"Yes," Tyrion mused. "Thank the gods for that. Better her than someone else."
"I also heard Littlefinger is to leave soon."
"That is true as well."
"When?"
"I don't know. Littlefinger does not tell me his plans, though I suspect it's as soon as the transition is complete."
"Transition?"
"I'm surprised you don't know. I would have thought you of all people would have your day of mocking me." Sandor's good eyebrow furrowed. "My father in his infinite wisdom has named me the new master of coin."
The furrowed brow uncurled itself. "Oh fuck."
"That was my precise reaction."
"Why?" Sandor was truly flabbergasted. Tyrion the new master of coin? The imp had no idea how to manage money - wars, yes but not money.
"To mock me I'm sure of it. Apparently this is his way of saying thank you for Blackwater."
"That's a shit way of saying thanks."
"It appears that this is my reward for my valiant behavior."
"It could be worse."
"What could be worse than master of coin?"
"Being the king's sworn shield has its fair share of shit days."
Tyrion clicked his tongue. "That would be splendid. I could hit assassins from below."
"They would never see you coming."
The two men stared at each other for a second before laughing.
"What's this?" a voice asked, gliding through the night air like the spider it belonged to. Varys stepped through the trees with no sound at all. Sandor wondered how he did that. "A lion and a dog becoming bedfellows? War does do strange things."
"Like bring spiders into the fold," Tyrion quipped.
Sandor narrowed his eyes at the bald man. "What do you want, Varys?"
"For a short winter, the war to end, you know…the simple things."
"You lords and your games," Sandor spit out. "It makes everything so fucking complicated."
"Oh, so I should wait to inform the Lady Sansa of her grandfather's passing?"
Both Tyrion and Sandor stood up at the news.
"Lord Hollster is dead?" Tyrion asked.
"Unless Sansa has another grandfather, yes."
"She doesn't know?" Sandor asked.
"How can she when I just received word?" Varys replied.
"When?" Tyrion piped in.
"Yesterday. The Young Wolf and his army are moving to Riverrun for the funeral. Also, I received another albeit more politically interesting piece of news." Both Sandor and Tyrion waited. "Robb Stark has broken his pact with the Freys."
Sandor saw Tyrion's face go white. He was sure his own looked the same. Walder Frey was not known for second chances.
"This will not bode well for the Starks," Tyrion declared.
"Why did he break it?" Sandor asked with a heavy heart. He knew whatever the reason it was not going to be good.
"To marry a woman."
'Yep, not good,' he thought. "A woman?" he sneered. "What woman would be worth a kingdom for?"
"From what I gathered, the girl is baseborn - a nurse in the camp." Varys saw the confusion on the two men's faces.
"He risked everything for a girl?" Sandor wondered, more to himself than anything.
"He did more than that," Tyrion said in a grave voice. Sandor turned his head and looked at him. "He has sealed his fate."
One Day Ago
"Seven hells," Sandor graveled. He pulled Shae into a corridor ungracefully. "Where have you been?"
Shae let out a gasp at his pull. "I have been my lady."
"And where has she been? How was the dinner?"
"She is in her room and it was perfect according to her."
"You didn't go with her?"
"Handmaids don't go to dine with nobles. You know that."
He shifted uncomfortably in his armor. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this but did she talk about me?"
Shae smirked. "She did ask if I saw you. I said yes but not for long. I also told her you were worried and she said that she begs your forgiveness but something urgent happened."
"What was it?"
"She did not say. I think she was frightened."
"No," he sighed. "She's learning."
He finally met up with her in a dark corner where the mold had started to smell. At first he didn't even see her; two hands had grasped one of his and pulled him to her. He knew from the goosebumps on his arm that it was his littlebird. He didn't think he would ever get used to that sensation.
Her lips smoothly met his. He smiled into it as she pulled back.
"I hope this is okay," she whispered. "I figured no one ever came around here."
"It's good," he said softly. She let his finger trail along her scalp and into her hair.
"I'm sorry," she said urgently. "I am, truly. I had gone to meet you but I was called back to the Keep and please don't ask me what it was about."
Seeing her so vulnerable sent a rush of lust through him. It was as though everything around them became a haze when she was near him. It was yet another sensation he didn't think he would ever get used to. "Tyrion told me you were safe. How was your supper?"
She smiled brightly. "It was good. I was certain you would be upset at my absence. I didn't want to leave but I thought suspicions would rise if I refused."
"You did good," he rasped. He played with a strand of her hair and she bit her lip. "Don't do that he warned."
"Why not?"
"It makes me want to fuck you."
Sansa blushed deeply. "Oh." It reminded her about her original mission to the godswood, which admittedly might have been a tad bit blasphemous to do in that holy place. "Well, I'm disappointed."
"About what?"
"I was going to practice some things I have been learning." Another blush came over her at the image in her head.
Sandor saw her eyes darken. He knew that look. A wicked smile grazed his lips and he bent to suck on her bottom one - the one that always stuck out when she was sad. When he released it, she pulled it back into her mouth before wiping it. She probably hadn't realized she did it. "I'm not going anywhere, little bird. Plenty of time." Though he preferred sooner rather than later. He would gladly have her screaming his name right now against this wall if he could. Keeping her honor in mind as well as her head, he backed away.
"I must go," she said quietly. "I am expected."
"Can't you be late?" he groaned. He backed her further into the wall and he could feel her pulse quicken.
"If it weren't Lady Margaery, probably."
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll take you to her."
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"He's been with who?" Tyrion asked once more.
Pod looked tired from the hours he had spent listening to gossip. "It's true, milord. The rumor is that he lays with the Lady Stark's maid - frequently from what I gathered.
Tyrion almost blew the wine out of his nose. "The king thinks his sworn shield is fucking that woman?"
Pod nodded. "Yes, ser. The Spider himself had told the king in a private meeting."
His head hung low. "Get Varys in here. NOW." Within a breath, the door opened with Pod's return. "Where is he?"
"He is in room."
"Why is he not in mine?" Tyrion asked, slightly peeved.
"He looked busy, milord."
"He is always busy, Pod." Tyrion took off toward the Spider's room. He hated going there. It felt as though he were underground.
"What was so important you ignored my call?" he demanded once he had been admitted inside.
"Well good morning to you as well," Varys quipped.
"What's this I hear about you telling the king that Clegane and Shae are lovers?"
Varys couldn't help the sly smile that appeared as he examined the contents of a letter. "Do I detect a hint of doubt of my abilities, my lord?"
"That would depend on which abilities you have been using."
Varys took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly, he turned to face the imp. "It came to me late last night that the queen regent had grown suspicious of the Hound's movements. She had him followed all through the day apparently."
"Which is why he was met with silence in the godswood."
Varys nodded. "Lord Baelish and I often disagree on subjects but one thing we both want is for the Lady Sansa to have some semblance of privacy. I let my spies drop a note saying that Sansa was in the godswood and that's where he met her; which made the queen's spies report nothing of note. To any one else, it looks to be the king's shield looking for a go around with a pretty maid."
"And what about their counterparts?"
"That is up to you. Or would you prefer me to handle every aspect of those intimate relations?"
Tyrion let out a small laugh. Varys was truly brilliant. "I hope it worked."
"It did. The king has ordered a demonstration."
Tyrion's heart stopped. Did he hear that right? "A demonstration of…."
"The king has not stated - at least while my spies were around."
Tyrion groaned. He didn't like not knowing. "Where will this take place?"
"A private room I would think: perhaps a showing just for him and a few honored guests."
Tyrion had a sick feeling he knew who that would be. "And those might be?'
"I think you know."
"I suppose I do. When will this be?"
"I do not know. The king often changes his mind if the wind does not suit him. Though he is to be on a hunting trip within the next few days. If that is true, it would mean tomorrow is the gathering."
Tyrion moved to sit next to Varys, deep in thought. "What does that boy have up his sleeve," he muttered.
"We'll find out soon, my lord."
The Morning Of
"Hey, dog," one of the Lannister soldiers called out. "Is it true the king stripped the Stark girl in his bed chambers?"
Sandor turned his head and glared. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Some of the men were laughing and it was obvious they had been discussing this for a long time.
"We heard from one of the kingsguard that she was ordered to dine naked with him," he shouted across the table. "We also heard you were there. That true?"
"No," he growled.
"Aw come on," they called. "Tell us what she looked like!"
"I bet she has great tits," one said.
"She does! I see them sometimes through those dresses she wears. I have to have three whores to get her off my mind!" another chimed.
"What about those legs!"
"Oh," one groaned. "If I were the king, I would throw those over my shoulders and fuck her till she died."
"I bet she'll be a great fuck - the ladies are always are."
The men's laughter infuriated Sandor so much that he tossed the table he was eating at, making it land against the wall. He couldn't do anything about it. Men were men but beyond that his reaction would only intrigue them and that could be dangerous.
"Oi!" they called out. "What's your problem?"
"He guards her," one mentioned. "Lucky bastard."
"We heard what the king has in store for you, Hound! Let us know how it goes," the first man smirked. "Though it won't matter. By morning everyone will know."
Sandor grabbed the man by his throat and squeezed. "You should learn when to keep your mouth shut," he said, his voice dangerously low. He threw the man away like a wasted plate. He strode from the tavern in a quiet rage. If he had heard it from Lannister men down here, there would be no doubt that Sansa would hear what they had to say.
And he was right.
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"It's all over the Keep," Margaery said sadly.
Sansa was mortified. "How did you hear about that?"
"From Loras. He heard it from Ser Meryn who said the king had bragged about it recently."
"Why would he do this?" she muttered.
"Too much wine brings out secrets."
"But Ser Meryn wasn't in the room," Sansa explained. "Why would they take his word?"
"Because they are men. It matters not if it is actually true." The brunette stared at her companion. "Is it?" Sansa's silence was all she required. The Stark held back the tears but Margaery knew they would come. "I'm so sorry, Sansa."
"It was humiliating," she whispered. "And now it's happening all over again."
"It will pass," Margaery tried to explain. "Try to use this to your advantage."
"How do you mean?"
"Instead of being insulted and angry that it happened, own it. Make sure you wear your body with pride. You are a beautiful woman, Sansa. Men lust after you and women want to look like you. What is there to be ashamed about?"
Sansa gave a little smile. Margaery's question was valid enough, but Sansa wasn't her. When the two women parted, Sansa made her way back to her room but was sidelined by a group of men laughing around a corner.
"I swear to the gods, the Hound was there. Ask him."
Sansa recognized Meryn Trant's voice. It made her sick.
"How did you come by this?" a guard asked. "Did the Hound tell you?"
"No," Trant said. "But he's never denied it."
"That's true. I asked him about it earlier and he said nothing."
Sansa's stomach dropped. Sandor didn't even defend her?
"That's not surprising. I'm sure he wants to keep the image to himself," another snickered.
"You think he's fucking her?"
"The Stark? Seven hells, no."
"So he got to see the goods without paying huh? I never thought I'd envy the Hound but by the gods I do now."
"What a tight little body she has. Such a shame no one's taken it."
Sansa had had enough. Sick to her stomach, she flew to her room and barred her door.
"Sansa." Red hair whirled around Sansa's shoulders when she faced him. Anger flooded her as he took his massive steps to get closer. "I know you've heard."
Not wanting anyone to hear should they come to the door, Sansa marched into the bathing room with Sandor in tow. He closed the door behind him as he prepared to face her.
"Heard what?" she bit out. "How Joffrey humiliated me? How Ser Meryn has been telling soldiers about it? Or did you mean the part about you not defending me?"
"Sansa-" A hand flew across his face so hard it stunned him. More hits came across his chest until she barred her hands into fists.
She was screaming at him. Her anger came out in vicious assaults on his body. "How could you say nothing?! You just sat there and let them talk about me like that!"
"Little bird-"
"Don't call me that!" she screeched. "Don't talk to me like that! You disgust me! Go away!"
"No."
"You know how humiliating it is to have this whispered throughout the keep? Of course you don't! You just let those vile creatures talk about me like some common whore to fondle themselves over! I would never let anyone talk about you in a degrading manner! But you let them go on like you enjoy it! Do you, Hound? Do you enjoy knowing how low it makes me feel?! Should I parade myself naked so that you can share what you have with the world?! Where is your love that you say you have for me now!" Sandor moved to touch her and she smacked him again. "Don't you dare touch me!"
Her cheeks were stained from the residue of tears streaming down her pale, angry face. She struggled against him but he grabbed her face and neck and pressed his lips to hers in a fierce attempt to stop the crying.
"You think I enjoyed hearing that?" he growled into her mouth. His own anger seeped through, making his movements harsh and rough against her delicate skin. "Huh? You think I like knowing I can't say anything to defend your honor? I fucking hate it. I wanted nothing more than to cut out their hearts and feed it to the fucking rats! But I stayed my hand for a reason. I did it for us - I did it for you. Can you not see that! Our heads would be on spikes if that piece of shit suspected anything."
The way the words settled on her lips as she struggled exhilarated her. But his manner was controlled, vicious to the point she was frightened he would crush her skull should he wish it. The intensity of their emotions was amplified only by the frustration they were both experiencing.
"I will kill him, Sansa," Sandor promised. "I swear it by whatever gods there are that I will make him suffer for everything he has put you through. I will bring his fucking corpse to the dogs and let them eat it. The whole fucking family. And when I'm done with him, I will butcher every fucking person who has done you wrong."
Sansa was whimpering against his lips from the exhaustive fight but her tears refused to stop running over. But his promise rang through her ears like a river of honey.
"And don't ever say that I don't love you," he seethed. "Don't even think it. I would burn the fucking world for you if you asked me to."
Sansa looked deep in his eyes as another tear escaped. "I know." Her breath came out ragged, her voice hoarse from the crying.
His iron grip loosened and he released her and crushed his lips against hers for the second time, only this was a true kiss. Passionate, desperate, lustful - and the most seductive ingredient of all: forbidden. Neither cared that they had past the point for him to let her go. There was too much heat for them to care about delicacy.
He backed them against the wall and picked her up. She gasped at the contact of his hard cock pressed against her stomach. It was sending pulses of desire through her and she realized she wanted more. Her legs wrapped around his waist on their own accord and without thinking, her hips lowered themselves against the hardness and back up, giving her shivers of pure lust. The groan he made made her smile as he tore through the pin that held her dress together in the front. He broke the strings that held her corset together and buried his face in her chest while her hands ran through his hair. Feeling his skin against hers made her feel wanton and sexual. As he held her by the rear, he began to grind her against him by moving her hips back and forth, up and down. The room filled with moans and gasps from both. His breath against her breast as he sucked on it gave her goosebumps and her legs wrapped themselves even tighter so that the only thing separating them were her undergarments and his pants. But Sandor quickly tired of them and he reached down between their bodies.
Sansa saw him grin. "What?"
"You're soaking wet." Her blue eyes darkened as he pushed a finger insider her, hitting the right spot. She bit her lip in pleasure and he smirked. "You're killing me, little bird."
"Do it again," she moaned. She pressed her hips against his finger but found it gone. "Sandor," she gasped. "Please."
He pulled the undergarment away and tried to slide it down her legs, watching her skin gather bumps. "This fucking thing is in the way."
"Then get rid of it."
He snorted. "Little bird is demanding."
"Sandor, gods please do something!"
"Oh, it's not the gods doing this," he said arrogantly. "It's just me." With that he pulled on the strings that held his pants closed and out sprung his cock. He rubbed it against her entrance and she jerked at the sensation.
"Sandor, we can't," she breathed. But it felt sooo good that and a voice in her head screamed that something like this couldn't be wrong.
"I know," he managed to say. Their hips disagreed as they met each other again, bringing them only a shove away from consummating their feelings. But somehow he kept himself in check.
Sansa's instincts told her to move and she did. It was just like before except the sensation was much more exciting. He pushed her hips where he wanted them to go and before long both were panting with a light sweat on their skin. She could feel the tip of him moving up and it made her want more. The stone wall scraped against her dress and her undergarment was restricting their movements but she didn't care. Something was building up inside her and it was telling her to move faster. So she did. He let out a guttural sound when she sped up and matched her. The skin contact was pushing her closer to a wave that threatened to overtake her senses but she was scared.
Sandor knew what was happening. It was written all over her face. He wasn't going to last much longer no matter how much he thought of non sexual things. Her lips, her body, her hair. It was all too much to handle at the moment. He needed her to come and come now. He reached down and pressed that sweet spot, making her tip over the edge. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and her face contorted as the pleasure swept over her. He could feel her climax on his raging cock, which finally got its own release. Sansa's body jerked as she came down from the feeling and Sandor was spent but he kept a tight hold on her and let them both ride out the pleasure.
"Wow," she gasped. Is that what Shae had been trying to teach her?
"Yeah," Sandor sighed.
"Is that always what happens?"
He smiled. "With me, yes. Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure." Her face was flushed but glowing until she had a moment of panic. "Did we-"
"No. You're still a maid, I promise."
Relief flooded her features. "What was this then?"
"I have no idea," he said bluntly. "I've never done that before."
"Really?" Sansa couldn't hide her shock.
"Really."
Sansa smiled widely. "It's a first for both of us then."
Sandor smiled back. "I guess it is."
"It's strange. I thought I would feel different."
"You're still a virgin, Sansa." He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. "It won't feel the same once your maidenhead is broken and you get used to it."
"How is it different?"
"I don't know. I'm not a bloody woman."
Sansa smacked his chest playfully before playing with a patch of chest hair. "I'm sorry for doubting you."
"I'm sorry for not defending you."
"No, you were right. You're only the man who guards me. It would look suspicious if you showed attachment."
"One day I'll be able to. You'll have nowhere to hide from me then."
Sansa clicked her tongue. "I shall never want to part from you. I would welcome death first."
"Don't say that." His voice dropped and he sounded sad.
"Why ever not? You have said the same."
"The world is too full of men like me. It needs purity, beauty to balance out the ugly."
"You're not ugly," she said vehemently. "I shall whip you if you talk like that."
He grinned and lowered her to the floor. "Whipping," he said as he kissed her lips. "Is for when you are ready for all of me."
Sansa's grin cut off when an urgent knocking on her door echoed through the room.
"Who is it?" she asked. Her cheeks turned bright red when Sandor backed away from her, his cock still hanging out. He tucked it in to his pants with a cheeky smirk as she watched in awe.
"It's Shae. Let me in."
"Just one moment," Sansa said trying to stifle a giggle. She was behaving shamelessly. Her septa would be so upset.
Sandor dipped a cloth in the water basin before handing it to her. "Wipe yourself."
She hadn't even noticed the sticky substance on her legs. Another blush encompassed her chest and face. "Let her in."
Shae burst through the door and stopped abruptly. Her eyes went straight to Sansa wiping off her inner thighs while Sandor stood across the room, tucking his shirt in and lacing up his pants. "Milady," she warned.
"Relax," Sandor cut in. "She's still herself."
Shae tsked at Sansa trying to lace up her corset again. "Here. Let me. Hound, the king has been looking for you."
"Duty calls," he grumbled. He winked at Sansa before heading out.
"Has he taken your maidenhead?" Shae snipped.
"No. We had an argument."
Shae narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure. Come on, let's get you dressed. The king has asked for you as well."
"Joffrey asked for me?" Sansa's breath hitched in her throat. "Have I done something wrong?"
"I don't think so. He has also asked for Lord Tyrion."
"That's strange." Shae put her dress back together and smoothed out her hair. "Are you sure I've done nothing wrong?"
"We shall see soon. Come."
Sansa walked through the door with Tyrion and saw the large frame of a Clegane in the middle of a circle. Her brow furrowed and she looked to the man next to her for an answer. But Tyrion was just as lost as she.
"Sansa," Joffrey called. "Sit here."
He patted the seat next to him in an almost lovingly way. It reminded her of when they were first getting to know each other. Now his sweet nature was sending alarm bells through her body. "Your Grace." She bowed and took her seat. Tyrion took his on the opposite side. As Joffrey talked, she could see Sandor tensing. His muscles contracted under his shirt and his jaw was clenched.
"Bring her in!" Joffrey commanded.
Sansa's breath hitched when Shae was thrust into the middle of the circle. She too looked skittish. 'No,' she thought. When Joffrey gave the command for Sandor to strip Shae naked, Sansa started to protest but Tyrion caught her eye. He shook his head ever so slightly.
"My dear nephew," Tyrion said thinly. "What is the meaning of this?"
"It's a little party I wanted to have. You see, the castle has been buzzing with the rumor of my dog's lover. Turns out it's this servant who works for Sansa. Isn't that interesting?"
"Very," Tyrion clipped. "Lady Sansa should not be subjected to this. Send her away."
"She will be subjected to anything I want," Joffrey snapped. "I want her to see my dog turn her servant into his bitch." He turned his worm face to Sansa. "I want her to see what can happen if she thinks she is out of my sights." He turned his attention to Sandor. "Continue."
Sansa and Sandor locked eyes for a quick moment before he turned to Shae.
"Just do it," she muttered tightly.
Sandor steeled his nerves. His senses were all tangled up with each other and he knew the same was happening with Shae. When they had made their agreement, neither knew what could happen but decided it was worth the risk. This was the price. He tried to not focus on the redhead sitting as still as stone not ten feet away. Joffrey had wanted everyone to get a good view of what was about to happen.
Shae closed her eyes when he slid into her but she couldn't help the moan that tore from her throat. He clasped his hand over her mouth so that no one could hear her. She had been with Tyrion for so long that she had forgotten how big a man could be. Despite her attempt to be indifferent, she could feel herself getting a twisted pleasure from the man on top of her. He wasn't gentle. There was no love. But his calloused hands, rough demeanor, and low grunts began to emphasize his thrusts.
"Harder," Joffrey said with a thick voice.
Sandor tried to think of everything he wanted to do to Sansa to keep himself going but the fact was that Shae could take him. This was a girl who obviously missed being pounded into the ground which brought out the animalistic nature in him. His eyes flickered up to the three people sitting in front of him: Tyrion had a cold look, Joffrey's face was as though he had just seen his first kitten die and Sansa…She was trying to hide her emotions but it was useless. A tear fell down her cheek and she was biting her lip so hard that blood began to line her lips. Her knuckles were white as her hands grasped the chair's handles. But she looked away and then back at him. When he saw blue eyes again, they were darker. Something had resolved inside her.
He had known it might come to this - they all did. But the reality that it was actually occurring was a surreal experience. Sandor flipped Shae over so that she was on all fours and he thrust into her so hard he was sure she would bruise. But to both their horror, the experience was pleasurable. He didn't want it to be; neither did she. That didn't change the fact that it was. And both Tyrion and Sansa could see it. He thought about Sansa's hunger for him earlier that day and how it felt to almost have her. It was incredibly painful to not take her like he was doing to Shae. It seems that his body was making up for that now.
"Harder," Joffrey seethed.
Sandor obeyed and unleashed his rage through his body. Everyone and everything grew dull around him and he focused only on the task before him. He grabbed Shae's hair and pulled, eliciting a cry from the woman. The walls inside her welcomed the crude behavior and they clenched against him. It drove him over the edge and he climaxed roughly. He didn't know if Shae had; he didn't care. He just wanted out of her. The tension was suffocating him. He withdrew and cast her away from him with a callous shove.
Joffrey look like he was the one who just came. His thin lips parted and he grinned before clapping. "Well done, dog! Look at her! She can't even move!" Sandor and Shae stood while he looked at the Hound in wonder.
He stood there as people shoved past him and Shae, eager to talk about what they had seen. Sandor could see Sansa staring at the ground. Her face was hardened as she caught his gaze. She stood behind the king as they walked up.
Joffrey approached with a wide smile. "Well done, dog. You have your bitch I suppose. I won't kill her…today." He looked back at Sansa and then back at Sandor. "Maybe next time you can have bitch's master. Would you like that?"
"I couldn't say," he replied with a thin voice.
"I would. I would like to see what a dog can do to a wolf." The king leered at Sansa before leaving the pair to stare at each other.
The room had emptied save for them. Tully eyes met gray ones yet no one spoke. What could they say? Sandor was still heaving from the exertion of his actions, making his breath the only noise between them.
Sandor opened his mouth but before a word left it, she slinked out of the room.
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Sandor marched to his room and collapsed on the bed. What a fucked up day this had become. He saw a pitcher of wine on his table and tried to pour a cup but found his hand was shaking. In a fit of anger he threw it against the wall as hard as he could. He turned around and punched the wall, breaking off some of the plaster. He did it again. The pain shot through his hand but it overtook the shame so he kept doing it.
A knock had him barking a vicious "Leave me be!"
"Clegane," Tyrion's voice chimed. "Let me in."
"Get the fuck out of my doorway, imp!"
"Let me in. You owe me that." Sandor heaved a heavy sigh. The door opened and there stood Tyrion. He had two jars of wine and held them up. "Care for some?"
"What do you want?" Sandor said in a harsh voice.
"I thought you would drink yourself into a stupor," the dwarf remarked as his eyes settled on the remnants of a former wine jug. "But I see that's not the case."
"Clearly." He grasped the jar and took a deep drink.
"It's not your fault," Tyrion put out. "It was the price we all knew could happen."
"I know that," Sandor sighed. He was exhausted. "I keep trying to tell myself that it makes it okay."
"Does it?"
"What do you think?"
"I'm not thinking anything. But I know I'm not angry. And I don't think Sansa is either."
"You should have seen the way she looked at me. It made me sick."
"I know. It was difficult for us to watch."
"I would have thought you would hate my guts for this."
Tyrion sniffed the air and stretched his neck. "No. You're not the one I hate. You did what you had to. As did Shae."
"So why aren't you with her?"
"I think," Tyrion mused darkly, "she enjoyed it."
Sandor swallowed carefully and looked deep into his cup. He didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not ever. He played with his cup by swishing the wine around. "Things are going to change."
"Yes," Tyrion muttered. "I don't believe things will ever be the same after this."
"Maybe it's for the best. Sansa will hate me and I won't have to worry about her attending in case that little shit decides he wants a repeat."
"Oh, he'll want a second one. My nephew has a ferocious appetite when it comes to these things I'm afraid."
"What about you? Are you going to watch?"
"Of course not. Maybe I can pretend to do something important. That's if my father doesn't hear of this."
"I know the boy, Tyrion. He'll make it ten times worse next time."
"Then we must not let there be a next time," he said sharply. "I'll have Varys spread a rumor about how unsatisfactory your relationship had become or something. After that, we can have things settle down and move on from this."
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Sansa managed to make down the hall with dignity but once a dark corner came in to view she took the opportunity to disappear. Down the flight of stairs she fled until she had to use her hands to guide her through. What was she thinking coming down here? The Keep was far too large to walk around by herself in. The only hallways she knew always had a lit torch in them to light the way.
The air was still. It was quiet, which was disconcerting after what had just occurred. She shook her head and felt the wall against her back as she took a break. No one was around and even if they were, it was pitch black. Tears that had threatened to fall finally came out with a vengeance as she sunk to the floor. Her knees brought themselves to her chest and she snugged them closer for warmth. She buried her head on them and cried. She hated Joffrey with every muscle in her being. What had she ever done to make I'm hate her so much? And watching Shae and Sandor together made her sick, which is exactly what Joffrey had wanted.
Flashes of Shae's face contorting into utter gratification from his thrusts toyed with her own desires and she had to grip the handles of her chair to contain herself. It was as though two sides of her were at war: one who was desperate to hold on to the naivety and innocence she had when she first came to King's Landing; the other held a darker, more sensual side that liked being pushed against the wall and kissed as if there was no tomorrow.
Footsteps shuffled along the stairs she had just come down and a soft light bouncing on the walls made her stop crying. The steps were careless, easy going. That meant whoever it was didn't think she was down here. As they got closer, Sansa stood and called out.
His eyes showed his confusion but he only grinned. "You trying to give me a fright staying down here in the dark, girl?"
His cheerful demeanor made her try and smile but failed. "I'm sorry."
"I was just teasing," he grinned. "Saves me a trip, really." He noticed the sad look in her eyes. "What's this?"
"It's nothing. I - I just had a very hard day today."
"Is it because your Hound fucked that whore?" he said casually. He took her arm and guided her deeper into the darkness.
"How do you know that?"
"Those Lannister shits can't keep their mouths shut for a second," he replied. They walked a little bit before he asked, "So how was it?"
"It was - I - Horrible."
"That's not what those lads are saying," he snickered. He remembered who he was talking to and swallowed hard. "I didn't mean-"
"I'm sure to them it was glorious or something of that sort but it was torture for me."
Bronn sensed that she wasn't being entirely truthful and stopped. His eyes examined her closely. "You're lying."
"I beg your pardon?" Sansa was insulted and slightly confused. "I am a lady, ser."
"That doesn't mean you can't have your own desires."
"This is not polite conversation, Ser Bronn."
"I ain't no ser, not really. You can tell me. I won't say anything. I don't belong to the Lannisters - well, the stupid ones anyway."
"Tell you what?"
He lowered his face to hers and gave her a knowing smile. "That you enjoyed it."
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